Meet my Leading Men:

Different men, different backgrounds, different lifestyles, all searching for the same thing. Of course...when I say meet my men, I mean...let me describe them to you. I've always been adamant about not having men on my bookcovers. To me, the best thing about reading is that my imagination builds up in my mind what I believe the leading character looks like, and my image will always be different from the readers. One of the reasons I believe movies fall short for avid readers. Yes, I do have a lot of male readers, but men are visual. LOL! Happy imagining, ladies! All books are available at all retailers, but unless marked, because of space, I used Amazon links.

If Derrick had been her doctor, she never would have fussed about going. In fact, she probably would have made up excuses for regular examinations. His brooding eyes, dark features, and onyx-colored hair over light olive skin gave him a Mediterranean look. But then again, she’d dated severalPortuguese andLebanese men over the years with similar skin tone, but neither of them had Derrick’s high, prominent cheekbones, slender nose, and squarejawline. And of course, his striking almond shaped eyes with their immense depth. Somehow, he looked to have a touch ofAmerican Indian, Mediterranean, and Asian appearance all at once. He resembled no man she’d ever seen in person or a celebrity.

Was he real? He’d asked how he could prove it to her. And right now, she could only think of one way. Since she’d only used her finger and toothpaste to brush her teeth earlier, she darted into the bathroom to brush her teeth before she tested his tangible existence.

Meet Mark Waters, homicide detective in the free short story The Depot and follow-up novel The Library. Warning...he sees things no one else does:

He nodded, and she glided off, shaking her hips a little more than
necessary. And then she mentally wanted to slap herself. Hadn’t she told
herself that she didn’t need to look for a man? Especially after what had
happened to her last night. But this guy appeared perfect. His clothes screamed
money or possibly just good taste. Even his stance demanded attention. And he
was so cute. Shorter hair than she was accustomed, but the dark brown hair with
a hint of curl set off his deep green eyes. Greener eyes than she’d
ever imagined possible. His shoulders were wide, but he wasn’t bulky. She
appreciated a man who kept his body in tiptop shape. And skipping
the fries but keeping the hamburger said that he didn’t deny himself
what he wanted; he simply made choices and had self-discipline.

At that precise moment, the man sitting at her booth looked up from his menu, acknowledging her presence.

Wow! Now she understood Amy’s grin and offer to assist. She gawked in awe. The man at her table was a real looker. Not in a generic, Hollywood way. He was a genuine, all-American, striking male. The man’s face, chiseled and sculpted to perfection, stared back: square chin, high cheekbones and angular nose, all framed by a neatly trimmed beard trailing up his jaw that only added to his rugged look. His hair was a deep brown, almost black and cropped short, military-style. His build also resembled an officer of some sort. His shoulders were broad and held back in perfect posture, and based on their width, she now understood the need for a larger booth.

If she compiled a list, he would fill it…right up until the chosen career line, which would probably be foremost. He was exactly the correct height, about six feet she guessed. He had dark hair with a small amount of curl that went whichever way it pleased but worked for him. His skin was dark from all the hours in the sun, she assumed, which caused his brilliant blue eyes to stand out. And his build…she sighed...his arms and shoulders were incredible. He looked as though he stepped out of a Hollister advertisement.

She shook her head to escape the ridiculous thoughts racing through her head. Remember the plan, Cassandra. This is merely a six-month detour, and then she was back on the plan. It wasn’t like her to get her head turned so easily; she was forever sensible.

Nicky
held onto the stranger’s waist as he pulled carefully out of the parking lot, nothing
like Jonathan would’ve.

He was handsome. He had one of those faces that were
just pleasant to look at, one that you couldn’t help but instantly trust. His
face was round and kind looking with a tiny cleft in his chin. He didn’t smile
much, but the one time he almost did, when she’d asked for a ride, she could
see the semblance of a dimple on his cheek.

His hair was sandy brown and his
eyes a deep hazel. He was taller than she was and that was saying a lot. A
little overdressed though. Why would anyone go out on a Saturday night in dresspants and a button-down collared shirt and tie? And on a motorcycle,
nonetheless.

Shelby examined Tom as he sat across from her. Man, he was good looking. She probably shouldn’t be thinking about things like that, but she couldn’t help it. He had the prettiest hazel eyes that stood out under long sun-bleached eyelashes. His hair was light brown, but it too had a natural hint of gold in it.

He dug inside his briefcase. “So,” he began, as he removed a manila folder with her name written neatly across the tab. “They dropped the charges?” It was a question, not a statement. He folded his hands on the table and looked up at her for an answer it seemed.

“I’m as shocked as you appear to be,” she admitted.

One side of his mouth quirked up as he leaned back and crossed his arms across his chest, revealing how well built his upper body was. “Well, at the moment, I’m still bound under attorney-client confidentiality. Care to elaborate? Since you told me you hit your husband—excuse me, ex-husband—but it had been done in self-defense. Are you in danger?”

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So I had to choose an actor to play Jordan in She Belongs to Me. Well, he isn't an actor, but he fits. He's actually the new Diet Coke Man...and he owns his construction company, just like Jordan, so here he is. Let me know what you think.

7 comments:

Good descriptive posts! I agree with the 'no image' deal. No matter how much description goes into a character, the reader will always see the character differently than the author does. Not to mention, the personality will always add another level to the readers mind....

I completely agree with you on not showing the face. I enjoy imagining the characters myself. I often find that my imagined character is not even the one described. I don't know why they differ from the description, but I still like my version of the character.

Exactly, Astrid! I do my best to describe, but you are going to see the characters how you will enjoy them best, which is good. All I care about is that you enjoy them, along with the temporary escape. ;)

As for pictures for characters, I know people who use pictures of people (actors usually) as inspiration for their characters but I can't do it. The characters end up taking on traits of the characters I've seen the actors play... it just gets awkward and confusing.

Yes, some people do. And if it works, great. I envy people who can draft out an entire character's personality and image; I can't do that. I am the epitome of a pantser. I don't even know who's gonna be the proverbial 'bad guy' until the end. Of course, sometimes that requires more editing, but I like it that way. Thanks for commenting.

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